How do you know when you're really in love?
We say "I love you" all the time,
but how do we know when we mean it?
Is it when you get butterflies everytime you're next to them?
Is it when you look into their eyes and see straight to their soul?
Is it when you know exactly what they're going to say,
but you love to hear them say it?
What about when you know in your heart you would do anything for them,
and probably even die for them?
How about when their embrace,
or when your lips first touch,
makes your heart skip a beat?
Is it when you look foward to each day,
just because you know you'll get to see them,
or just hear their voice?
It's so hard to determine when it's love,
or just an imitation,
and when your wasting your time,
or loving just to get your heart broken.
What do I say about love?
I say love without holding back if it makes you feel loved.
It's better to love and lose than never to love at all.
The art of losing isn't hard to master,
but the art of love lives on forever.
We say "I love you" all the time,
but how do we know when we mean it?
Is it when you get butterflies everytime you're next to them?
Is it when you look into their eyes and see straight to their soul?
Is it when you know exactly what they're going to say,
but you love to hear them say it?
What about when you know in your heart you would do anything for them,
and probably even die for them?
How about when their embrace,
or when your lips first touch,
makes your heart skip a beat?
Is it when you look foward to each day,
just because you know you'll get to see them,
or just hear their voice?
It's so hard to determine when it's love,
or just an imitation,
and when your wasting your time,
or loving just to get your heart broken.
What do I say about love?
I say love without holding back if it makes you feel loved.
It's better to love and lose than never to love at all.
The art of losing isn't hard to master,
but the art of love lives on forever.
Poem by BreakFree